Notes: Hello, this is my first fanfiction im posting to the site and probably my last But before we begin i just like to say i wrote this up a while ago so i edited it a bit and decided to post it here!construction criticism is wanted. Enjoy!~Chapter 1: A bitter day..

"Wow, this weather sure did change, didn't it, Fido?" Ryan said, driving him and his dog through an unexpected snowstorm back to their home in Babylon Gardens in River Ridge.

Fido was in the backseat, messing with the sunglasses he always kept with him. "I'm just disappointed it came in the evening," Fido replied, putting the sunglasses back on his head. He looked out the window at the snow blowing nearly horizontally, both in amazement and disappointment. Each breath Fido made splashed an area of fog on the window, which quickly dissipated in the warmed cab of the car. Fido then leaned forward, pretending like he had a rod and reel in his paws. "Wish we could've spent a few more hours out on the ice… We barely got any bites!"

"Yea, I know how you feel," Ryan, Fido's owner, said back. "This storm wasn't in the weather report this morning, but I guess you can't always predict the weather."

Fido acted like he reeled in a fish from the ice before sighing and leaning back against the window, staring at the snow again. "My day off from the force and this is what happens…" He just stared at the snow flying by. The small amount of sunlight from the horizon that was still getting through seemed to shine on each snowflake. It was having a hypnotizing effect on Fido. He started to fade in and out before he eventually just fell asleep. It was still a while before they'd be back to their house, so a quick nap wouldn't hurt…The weather refused to let up at all. How a snowstorm this large was missed by the weathermen, Ryan couldn't understand. But he just drove diligently through it all. He had the heaters in the car blowing full blast to counter the freezing air that was just outside. The radio was lightly playing classic music from the 70s. Fido could be heard gently snoring in the back of the car. Through it all, Ryan kept a smile on his face, content with how the day played out. Even though their time on the lake was cut a slight short, he still had fun, and he knew Fido did too, even if he didn't admit it. Neither of his brothers liked ice fishing, and Fido had yet to meet another who shared this hobby with him, so he was all he had on their ice fishing trips.

Fido had just reeled in a decent sized pike before the weather really started to turn into the snowstorm that was currently raging. After Fido released his catch, the two had to move quickly to gather their gear and get back to their car before their visibility on the lake turned to nothing. The visibility for Ryan driving was poor at best. He could barely see a hundred feet in front of him! And the snow that clogged on the windshield was being constantly swept away by the wiper blades every second.

Though through it all, nothing eventful had happened, and the two were back in River Ridge without incident. The streets that they drove on were barren of anyone: human, pet, or otherwise. Houses had half-made snowmen on their lawns, while others left sleds and the like to be buried in the newly falling snow. It seemed like everyone had interrupted their fun in the snow to take shelter from this bitter storm…

"Whoa! No!" …Until Ryan made another turn. Through the poor visibility, he was able to notice a figure in the middle of the road, crossing. Ryan immediately slammed the brakes to avoid colliding with the figure, who was now paralyzed with fear. The car swerved on the slick roads, jarring the sleeping dog in the back awake.

"Gah!" The dog's muzzle was slammed against the window from the sudden swerving of the car. "What's wrong!?" Fido shouted, trying to get his bearings. He managed to straighten himself out before looking ahead and seeing the same frozen figure Ryan saw earlier. Fido's eyes widened, fearing the worst that could happen was about to. He wanted to shout at it to get out of the way, but they were too close. Fido turned away, expecting to hear the 'thump' of the car…

…But it never came.

Ryan had managed to swerve the car away from the figure in the road and regain control of it as well. It stopped in the middle of the road quite a ways away from where the figure was standing. Fido immediately unbuckled himself and dashed out of the car, his K-9 training kicking in. "Fido, wait!" Ryan yelled, but Fido was long gone. "…At least close the door, Fido…"

It took seconds for Fido to reach the figure in the road, who was still frozen with fear, looking in the direction their car came from. Fido circled to face the figure head on… and finally got a good look at who it was they almost hit…

A fellow dog.

The first thing Fido noticed was that this dog's fur was matted all over and caked in snow on his back. His tail was wrapped tightly around one of his legs, and his eyes were stuck wide-open, not really registering Fido in front of him.

"Hey! Are you okay? Say something!" Fido shouted, snapping into the dog's ears. Though nothing he did elicited a response. The dog's ears didn't even twitch at the snapping sound inches from them. Seconds later, though, everything seemed to catch up to the paralyzed dog, and he started to collapse. "Whoa! Hey!" Fido tried to react fast enough to catch the dog, but he wasn't prepared for him to pass out. He managed to grab onto the dog's paws and gently set him down on the snow-laden ground. "Jeez… what the heck happened to you, bud?" He started picking the dog up to take him back to the car, brushing some of the snow off him.

"Fido!" Ryan was now running over, a blanket in his hand. "Is everything okay?"

Fido was already halfway back to the car with the dog on his back. He was a bit smaller than Fido, so it was easy for him to carry him by himself. "No. We gotta get this guy to the vet, now." He could feel the dog's faint breathing from his back, so he knew he was still alive, but he also knew he was in rough shape. "Call ahead, Dad. I'll try and warm him up," he ordered, still in K-9 mode.

Ryan nodded as he set the blanket over the dog on Fido's back before pulling his cell out of his pocket. They got back to the car and set the dog in the backseat, wrapping him tightly in another blanket. He just stayed motionless, unconscious, and unaware of anything that was happening. Ryan then connected with the vet's office and explained the situation before driving off towards the vet. Fido was in the backseat again, though also watching over the dog they nearly hit. The fact that he was a fellow dog made that fact resonate with Fido even more than normal. He set his paw on the dog's shoulder; he didn't seem to even know it was there. "Don't worry, bud. We're gonna get you help."All through the detour to the vet, Fido had questions running through his head. Who was this dog? Why was he out in such horrid weather? Why is he in the condition he's in? These questions kept pestering him and it frustrated him not knowing the answers, especially to that last one. How did this dog get to be in such a deplorable condition? Fido wanted nothing more now than to track down this dog's "owner" and strip him of that title. 'Hmm… maybe he still has his tags…' Fido thought. He recalled seeing a collar around the dog's neck, but didn't check for the tags. So he removed the blanket covering the dog's neck, hoping to find something…

Nothing. No tags, just collar. Fido's ears dropped when he saw this dog had nothing on him to help track his owner. 'Great…' He covered the dog back up and started to feel frustrated again, rubbing his eyes with a paw.

Fido shook his head. "He's breathing, but he hasn't moved since we got him in the car." Fido unbuckled himself and quickly hopped out of the car. The vet on duty was already waiting for them and immediately came over to assist. The three of them were able to get the dog into the office and onto a bed that was ready and waiting. Before the vet took him to the back, Fido had a request, "Could I get a full report of this dog's injuries?"

The vet knew Fido was a K-9 and could understand why he wanted a report. "Of course. I'll get it to you as soon as I can." With that, the vet left Fido and Ryan to start treating the dog.

Ryan could see the look Fido had. He knew he wanted to do more… but he also knew there was nothing he could do right now. "Fido, don't get too eaten up by this, okay? I can understand your feelings, but-"

"Don't worry, Dad," Fido cut him off, shaking his head. "I know. But I'm still gonna do my best as a K-9 to see that dog gets justice. No one should ever look like that… Go through whatever he went through…" Fido clenched his paw in front of him… before giving out a sigh and dropping his arms to his side, his ears dropping as well. He knew that even with a report of the dog's injuries and current state, it wouldn't do him any good unless he knew who that dog was and, more importantly, who his owner was. All he could do now was wait and hope for the dog's recovery.

"C'mon. Let's get home." Fido nodded and followed behind Ryan out through the door.~ I'll try to post the next chapter tommorow~

The next morning, Fido had to get up early for his morning shift at the police station. But what happened the night before has stayed with him ever since they dropped that dog off at the vet. And he'd have been lying if he said he didn't lose sleep over it. While everyone else was dead in their beds, he was just lying in his, thinking about that dog. Thinking and subsequently getting frustrated again with not having answers to the questions he'd been thinking.

Fido released a large yawn as he entered the kitchen, covering it with his paw. "Did ya even sleep at all last night?" the wise-cracking mouse, Spo, who was hitching a ride on Fido's head, asked. "Or were you thinking about that pup you told me about? You're not one to lose sleep like this." Fido didn't reply as he poured some oats on the table for Spo to eat, and then grabbed a bowl and some "Canine Cibble" for himself. He let Spo down onto the table then went to his own breakfast. "Even without Sabrina shelling off injured animals for you to-"

"That dog wasn't injured. He was neglected," Fido replied bluntly, giving Spo a stern stare. Spo jumped at bit at Fido's tone and quietly went to eat some oats. Fido came back to his senses, shook his head and sighed. "Sorry, Spo… I didn't mean to snap at you like that… It's just…"

"Hey, don't worry about it. You do what you gotta do," Spo said back. "Besides, you put up with me all the time, so you're allowed a snap every once-in-a-while." Spo grinned wide and went back to eating his oats.

Fido formed a slight smile too, returning to his breakfast as well. They finished up and Fido went back downstairs to grab his K-9 vest and equipment. As he was attaching his collar radio, the phone in the house started to ring. There was a phone down with him, so he answered it quickly. "Byron residence."

"This is the River Ridge Veterinary Clinic. Is this Fido Byron?" the voice on the other end of the line asked.

Fido tensed up a bit, not expecting anything from this call. "Yes, this is him. This is about that dog, correct?"

"Yes. You requested a report? Well, I have good news. He wasn't in as bad a shape as we initially thought. He was just a bit hungry, and that's basically the worst of it. His fur was just in a bad shape because of the weather – all the snow catching and melting in his fur. We gave him a bath and set him in a bed with some food and water. He woke up early this morning and ate a bit, then went back to sleep. He's still asleep now." Fido's tail started to wag hearing that the dog was healthy. "But… he hasn't said a word to anyone here. He just avoided us all when we tried to approach him."

And hearing that ceased Fido's tail-wagging. "Oh… Do you think it's alright if I stopped by and tried to talk with him?"

"Yes, that should be no problem. We'll be keeping him here for another night, just to make sure he's at one-hundred percent, but he'll be transferred to the animal shelter afterwards."

"Right. I'll be stopping by today. Thanks for the report," Fido replied.

"There's a physical copy waiting for you here. We'll see you soon." The vet hung up the phone and Fido put the phone back on the dock. His mind was racing again. Half of him was thankful the dog wasn't severely injured or anything, but the other half was wondering what psychological trauma the dog may have. If he actively avoided those trying to help him, maybe there's still something behind the scenes he doesn't know about. All Fido can do is hope that there's something he can do to help this dog.

He snapped out of his trail of thought and remembered he still had another obligation. He was a K-9, and he had a morning shift. Bill would no doubt be coming by soon to pick him up and take them to the station. He finished attaching his collar radio, straightened his vest out, slid his sunglasses on his head, and then grabbed a K-9 heavy coat as well. Knowing Bill… he'll probably be coming in his motorcycle. He's the only one insane enough to drive one in winter.

Fido heard a knock at the door and hurried up the stairs. He grabbed his lunch and out of instinct told Spo not to get into any trouble. Outside was Bill, ready with his motorcycle…

The entire morning passed as smoothly as ever for Fido. He really didn't need to be there, because the only activity he got was the overzealous car driver trying to get last-minute Christmas gifts. It wasn't long until their lunch break, which Fido requested he be dropped off at the vet clinic. Now was as good a time as ever to finally meet up with that dog.

As Fido entered the clinic, the receptionist hailed him instantly. "A police dog coming in today – You're Fido Byron, yes?" Fido nodded and walked over to the counter. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a file. "Here's that report you requested. There's not much in there to point towards neglect, I'm afraid. At least, that's my opinion."

Fido took the report and started to skim it. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right, on some level. Reading the report, for all he knew, this dog could just have run away from home, ditched his own tags, or some other happening. The only thing that didn't fit was his unusual shyness, and even that could be attributed to something else. But he wouldn't know for sure unless he talked to him. "Where is he now?"

"Recovery room 1C. He was moved to a full bed when he first showed signs of nervousness. We hoped the larger room over the standard caged plots would help him calm down some." She wrote down Fido's info and destination on a card, handed it to him, and pointed toward a set of doors. "Here's your pass and head down that hallway and to the right. Third door on the left."

"Thanks," Fido replied, taking the pass. He followed the instructions and soon came to recovery room 1C. His heart started to race as he slowly opened the door. The room was pretty decent sized, for a recovery room. A TV on the wall, a window that had its shades shut, and a single bed, occupied by the dog Fido and Ryan nearly hit.

Fido closed the door and took off his jacket and vest, setting them on a chair. He also unclipped his radio and put it on the chair as well. He dropped the file on the dog onto the counter walked over to the still sleeping dog. He was on his side, facing away from the door and Fido, half covered by the blankets.

Fido finally got a good look at the dog, now not having anything else to worry about. He was smaller than he, but was nowhere near as tiny as that corgi. He may have been a bit smaller than Fido's younger brother, Joey. His fur was a deep brown, almost chocolate, colour with a few faded, black spots along his back. His belly held a slightly lighter tuft of brown fur, and his muzzle took that same colour of fur. One thing's for sure: he really needed that bath.

But there was one thing that really caught Fido's attention. On his right ear, there was a straight slit of a scar running down it. He didn't peg this dog as a fighter; he was too small! And the scar was too straight to be from a fight wound. But maybe it's something unrelated as well. He'll ask about it only if necessary.

Remembering about the dog's displays of anxiety, Fido wondered how he could awaken this dog without scaring the living daylights out of him. He looked across the room to the window still covered by shades and smiled. What better way to awake than by nature itself? He strolled over to the window and slowly opened the blinds, as to not blind the dog with a sudden flash of light. The view outside the window overlooked the road and beyond that was a line of trees, laden with freshly fallen snow. The skies had definitely cleared up from that storm the night before, and the sun was shining brilliantly, reflecting off the snowy ground and trees.

Fido got so lost in the sight that he didn't notice the dog had started to awaken, the light drawing him away from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and all he could see when he awoke was bright with a dark figure cut out on one side. The dark figure immediately registered, and he shot awake, sitting up and wanting to just run from whoever that was… but didn't when his eyes focused and saw the figure was just staring out the window. His eyes trailed to the outside too, focusing on all the same brilliance Fido was seeing.

A squeak from the bed snapped Fido out of his trance and slightly turned his head, smiling. "Hello there. Wonderful day today, isn't it?" Fido turned his head back to looking through the window. "Nothing like it was last night, that's for sure."

The dog tensed up a bit. "Who… are you?" he tentatively asked.

Fido turned back around and sat on one of the chairs near him. "Fido. Fido Byron. My dad and I were the ones who found you freezing your tail off in the snow last night. You passed out, so we brought you here." The dog started to tense up again and started to shiver as well. "Hey… you alright?"

That night was flashing in the dog's mind, as it had done so many times before. "A car… almost hit me… Was that… you?"

Fido's ears dropped a bit. "…Yes, but we didn't see you. The roads were slick, visibility was poor. In such a raging storm, we weren't expecting anyone to be on the roads." The dog just turned his head from Fido, causing him to feel a pang of guilt. He didn't expect this kind of reaction at all.

"…Why are you here?" the dog asked, turning his head back towards Fido.

"Why am I here? Because there was a dog in need that I had to assist. And I'm not going to just drop that dog off at the vet and forget about him." Fido brought a chair up next to the bed. "So what was the deal? Why were you out on the streets hungry and with such matted fur?"

The dog tensed again before looking away. "I'm… just… another stray…" he replied.

Fido's brow furrowed, and he gave a stern look back. "I'm sorry, but I can't believe you're just 'another stray.' Strays don't normally have collars in as good a shape as yours is. So you've either been abandoned or you've ran away. Those are my guesses."

"I… found the collar. I've never had a… home or a family, so I wasn't abandoned or… ran away," the dog replied, stuttering at points. He turned his head away from Fido again and sniffled a bit.

"I still don't believe you," Fido said back. "There's something else going on here, but I won't ask again. You're too shaken up right now." Fido stood up and placed his paw on the dog's shoulder. "But whatever it is, I'm sure I can help you through it." Fido grinned wide and gave a thumbs-up with his other paw.

"Thanks…" he turned his head away, "..but it's not needed. I'm fine."

Fido gave the dog's shoulder a few pats. "I think we both know that's a lie, but alright. There's still one thing I can help you with, though. As the 'stray' that you are, you'll be sent to the shelter after another day here, or less if they know you're healthy enough. But instead, why don't you come live where I do, in our neighborhood? I know those who currently run the place, and I'm sure they'll be able to find a room for ya. And hey, if you decide quickly enough, I may be able to get your name in our 'Good Ol' Dogs Club' Secret Santa gifts. We won't burden you with someone, but I'm sure one of us would be able to get something for ya!"

The dog just stared, dumbfounded by Fido's proposition. "You'd actually be able to get me… a home? And I wouldn't… have to do anything?"

Fido nodded his head. "Yup. You wouldn't have a 'family,' per se, but a home, food, and the company of great friends. And no obligations. There are a lot of other dogs and cats who live in Babylon Gardens. You'd fit in just fine."

The dog, for the first time since talking with Fido, smiled. "That sounds-"

A static noise from across the room cut the dog off. "Dispatch to Officer Fido, please respond." Another bit of static followed.

"Gah, hold on…" Fido went over to the chair he set his radio on and clicked the button. "This is Officer Fido."

Static. "We've got a 16-55 near your area. Respond and deal with them." More static.

"A 16-55? Oh, you've got to be kidding me…" Fido said, a paw on his face. He clipped the radio back onto his collar before turning his head. "Sorry, I gotta go take care of this… Hey, you alright?"

The dog was frozen in place, just like he had acted the night before. "You're… a… police dog?"

"Yes, I am… Is that a problem?" Fido replied, slightly worried.

The dog snapped out of his freeze and waved his paws in front of him. "N-no! No problem at all, hehe…" but he knew he wasn't fooling Fido.

"I'll ask another time," he replied, sliding his jacket on. "Well, I have to get going... Hey, y'know, I never did ask your name."

"My name? Oh, it's Ar-" he hesitated, tensing up again. He looked to his left, towards the window. "…It's Art…"

Fido finished writing something down on a scrap piece of paper. "Art, eh? Alright, here." He handed the paper to Art. "It's the number to call if you want to come live in Babylon Gardens. I'll let them know to possibly expect a call from an 'Art' and fill them in." Fido headed toward the door but turned his head. "Be seeing ya around, Art." And with that, Fido left.~Art just stared at the paper Fido gave him. 'A home… Friends… No worries… Could this really be true?' he thought to himself. And it seemed like there were no strings attached, either! He looked back at the door, to the paper, to the door, then to the window, and scratched his ear. He held the paper close to his chest before lying back down.

I remember reading this a while ago on Fanfiction.netI love this story

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Fri Feb 06, 2015 7:04 pm

Foxstar

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Re: Housepets!: Artistic Endeavors

It has been brought to my attention that there is some plagiarizing going on here and not just a small amount, but a whole lot.

IN NO WAY IS THIS ACCEPTABLE BY ANY MEANS. YOU HAVE ONLY YOURSELF TO BLAME FOR THE PUNISHMENT YOU ARE GETTING.

Fri Feb 06, 2015 7:06 pm

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Re: Housepets!: Artistic Endeavors

Hi, y'all, I just wanted to provide a bit of explanation. This story is a copy-and-paste of Artistic Endeavors by TarkaTarquol. We take plagiarism really seriously and such a blatant example cannot be ignored. The person who started this thread has been temporarily banned on all their accounts (I see you!), but is welcome back once their punishment is over, hopefully without further issues.

If you have questions, or concerns, you may post them. If y'all would like to give feedback on the original story, we'll move it out of the locked forum for a while.

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Fri Feb 06, 2015 7:53 pm

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Re: Housepets!: Artistic Endeavors

I feel so stupid for not knowing that this was stolen. I guess it proves that I am stupid sometimes. >_<

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